The following is an exerpt from an artical on beannie posted in Bay Windows, a Boston area gay rag that James subscribes to.
Area Man Hits Rock Bottom
South Boston 'slumlord', and self-proclaimed gambler, beantownjim, (a/k/a/ cool hand jim; cool hand j) hit rock bottom Monday, after going 0-4 in his last four posted plays on an internet sports forum site.
"The stress has been unreal." Chirped the down and out punter. "My lovely wife, Cheryl, is at her wit's end with my degenerate ways."
Since btj, retired at 42, has no steady income, off shore wagering was the only thing keeping him above the poverty level. Bernard "Big Jew" Saperstein, of Iron Workers Union Local 7, had this to say:
"Sure.....I remember that biggoted bastard! He used to run his yap down here all of the time. His dad was a good shit, so we hooked the kid up with an entry level position. You know, pushing a broom, cleaning the shitters. Only paid $7.24, but it was a union gig, you know? It broke his old man's heart to see the kid couldn't progres past that job." Saperstien went on to say, "No one really liked the kid. Always screaming about games he wanted to bet on. Said he had 'information'. He would blame a minority player when his plays fell in the toilet. Well, a bunch of the guys lost some serious bucks on this turd's recommendations. He got smacked around, and the boys made him wear dresses while he swept up, and they quit flushing the shitters. He was always getting pushed to the ground by the bigger guys. You know, the real iron workers."
Btj claims to have made plenty of cash in the off shores, even though he post mainly losing wagers in these forums.
"I don't give all my plays to those deadbeats!" the disgruntled Irishman snorted. "I usually have some winners after the losing bets are posted. I can't post everything. Christ, I gotta eat, too!"
Yes, btj claimed to be a regular at Legal's Seafood. We interviewed Lanna Green, a waitress at Leagal's:
"Is he a regular?........Yeah, he's a regular pain in the ass!" howeled the chain smoking tray toter. "He's either bothering the decent, paying customers, or out back, like a 200 pound raccoon, trying to get lobster meat out of the dumpsters........I throw him some change every once in a while, but I got a sick mother at home, you know?"
Btj finally broke down, and admitted he has a gambling problem. "Sure I have a problem. I can't pick winners! I mean, shit.......every account I have is tap city!"
Btj's lowest point seems to be having to give up the finer things in life.
"I hate living like some bum. I can't rent my appartment, my car got hauled away, and now, I have been forced to buy generic cereal."
"Yeah, I look happy and all, but I am still living a lie on the outside. Tomorrow, I am going can hunting, and I hope to get enough for a decent 5 team parlay wager."
When this reporter asked why btj didn't try to find a job, he said, "Hey, man....I'm retired at 42, and you're the one holding a tape recorder in my face, you deadbeat!" At that point, I pushed him down, and he cried. He said he would not "make waves", if I greased his palm, so I tossed him a fin, and he was happier than a pig in shit.
"Scooter" Feinstein, Bay Windows
Area Man Hits Rock Bottom
South Boston 'slumlord', and self-proclaimed gambler, beantownjim, (a/k/a/ cool hand jim; cool hand j) hit rock bottom Monday, after going 0-4 in his last four posted plays on an internet sports forum site.
"The stress has been unreal." Chirped the down and out punter. "My lovely wife, Cheryl, is at her wit's end with my degenerate ways."
Since btj, retired at 42, has no steady income, off shore wagering was the only thing keeping him above the poverty level. Bernard "Big Jew" Saperstein, of Iron Workers Union Local 7, had this to say:
"Sure.....I remember that biggoted bastard! He used to run his yap down here all of the time. His dad was a good shit, so we hooked the kid up with an entry level position. You know, pushing a broom, cleaning the shitters. Only paid $7.24, but it was a union gig, you know? It broke his old man's heart to see the kid couldn't progres past that job." Saperstien went on to say, "No one really liked the kid. Always screaming about games he wanted to bet on. Said he had 'information'. He would blame a minority player when his plays fell in the toilet. Well, a bunch of the guys lost some serious bucks on this turd's recommendations. He got smacked around, and the boys made him wear dresses while he swept up, and they quit flushing the shitters. He was always getting pushed to the ground by the bigger guys. You know, the real iron workers."
Btj claims to have made plenty of cash in the off shores, even though he post mainly losing wagers in these forums.
"I don't give all my plays to those deadbeats!" the disgruntled Irishman snorted. "I usually have some winners after the losing bets are posted. I can't post everything. Christ, I gotta eat, too!"
Yes, btj claimed to be a regular at Legal's Seafood. We interviewed Lanna Green, a waitress at Leagal's:
"Is he a regular?........Yeah, he's a regular pain in the ass!" howeled the chain smoking tray toter. "He's either bothering the decent, paying customers, or out back, like a 200 pound raccoon, trying to get lobster meat out of the dumpsters........I throw him some change every once in a while, but I got a sick mother at home, you know?"
Btj finally broke down, and admitted he has a gambling problem. "Sure I have a problem. I can't pick winners! I mean, shit.......every account I have is tap city!"
Btj's lowest point seems to be having to give up the finer things in life.
"I hate living like some bum. I can't rent my appartment, my car got hauled away, and now, I have been forced to buy generic cereal."
"Yeah, I look happy and all, but I am still living a lie on the outside. Tomorrow, I am going can hunting, and I hope to get enough for a decent 5 team parlay wager."
When this reporter asked why btj didn't try to find a job, he said, "Hey, man....I'm retired at 42, and you're the one holding a tape recorder in my face, you deadbeat!" At that point, I pushed him down, and he cried. He said he would not "make waves", if I greased his palm, so I tossed him a fin, and he was happier than a pig in shit.
"Scooter" Feinstein, Bay Windows
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